I saturated myself in the melody of your voice

And called my new style soft spoken

Because your thunder words demolished my rainbow scent.

And suddenly my red, purple, blue, orange, green, and yellow

Mixed together and turned to brown

Like dirt; ignored, thirsty, and dry.

You walked all over me.

I cracked when you looked at me with disgust at the bottom of your shoes

As if the nutrients of my soul did not grow your pedals.


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